The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 642

Hotel

Charles hadn't left Charlie's side for a second. He'd kept watch all night with her and her mother, exhaustion finally overtaking him. Clutching his little girl's hand, he slumped against the bed, drifting into a shallow, uneasy sleep.

He'd just closed his eyes when Charlie, who'd seemed to be sleeping soundly, suddenly let out a weak, anguished whimper.

"Mm..."

The sound was barely there, but it cut through Charles's heart like a shard of ice.

He jolted awake, instantly alert. On the bed, Charlie's small face flushed an unnatural red, her breathing quick and shallow. Without warning, her body started to shake violently, sweat breaking out across her forehead. Her lips faded to a scary bluish-purple, and her hands and feet turned ice-cold.

"Charlie! Charlie, what's happening?!" Charles's voice was laced with panic, barely held in check.

Frantically, he checked her over, then shouted at Q outside the door, his tone sharp and urgent: "Get the car! Now! We're going to the manor!"

Nothing could happen to his Charlie. He wouldn't allow it. Not at any cost.

A chill of dread swept through the suite as Q rushed to get things ready.

In the car, Charles clung tightly to his daughter, regret burning in his chest-he should've taken her to Francis last night for a checkup. Here in Country Y, Francis was the only one he could trust, and his estate had the finest private doctors around.

But on the way to Korbin Manor, Charlie's condition spiraled. She started to vomit violently, each time bringing up strange, dark red streaks of blood. Her temperature swung wildly, her pupils going from glazed to pinprick and back. Her tiny body kept convulsing, her life force visibly slipping away.

"Faster! Step on it!" Charles's voice cracked. He wrapped himself around Charlie, shielding her from the car's walls as she shook, his heart feeling like it was being wrenched apart.

car sped through the city, weaving through the early

manor in record time. The medical team

rushed into

out painfully. Charles paced outside like a trapped animal, his expensive jacket wrinkled and

stood nearby, silent, just resting a reassuring

one knew how long it was before the doors

doctor stepped out, pulling off his mask,

Francis, Mr. Jenkins..." His tone was heavy. "We ran every test we could. The situation is...

her?!" Charles's voice was hoarse, straining

found a...

her system.

a

seen in any medical

doctor chose his

brow furrowed. "It

nervous and cardiovascular systems. It's almost.. intelligent.

work at all.

make it attack even

All we can do is

only a temporary fix. The

bloodshot eyes, then forced himself to continue. "We've tried every- antidote we know, even reached out to international toxin

natural poison. It's targeted, like a weapon made for this purpose.